An afternoon of adventure.
Our Own Devices
By Tyler Lucas Mobley
Dip into nothing
skipping town,
Hawaiian slice
pineapple underground.
Arms no longer arms,
but propellers motoring
into any desired ripple
for a more simple eternity.
Ocean collaboration
with visual dilation, no
hermit left unshelled from
an encompassing meld.
Every stone turned from
Bikini Bottom.
Wooing day satisfies night,
their love a sight for our eyes.
A light reminder for the striving,
be back tomorrow for the same
lesson said the golden teacher.
Walk Where You Want 